MasukLUTHER I follow behind Larissa like a meek sheep as she unlocks the door with the key. The room is very spacious and beautiful, but it also has two beds, and this gives me some kind of relief. "See? It's going to work," she dumps her bag on the first bed and jumps on it with a satisfied smile. I sit on the edge of my bed and text my mother. I'm too exhausted to call her and have a whole conversation, but we can do that tomorrow. "Um, Larissa?" I look at her. "Yes?" She sits up. Looking at me. "Thank you for offering to share your room with me." I say. "Oh Luther, don't even mention it again," she rolls her eyes. "Do you know how many siblings I have? I am already used to sharing so much." I smile as I go to stand by the window. It's such a lovely sight of the beach from here. Then my phone starts to ring on the bed, so I dive to grab it. Maybe it's mum, but she would probably allow me to sleep after I told her I am very exhausted. It's not her. It's Marlon. I inhale shar
LUTHER Stockholm. "Luther, wake up," Larissa lightly shakes my shoulder. "We are here already," My heavy eyes manage to open and I sit up to see that everyone else is gone. It's just the two of us. "What? How is that possible?" She snickers as she throws her bag over her shoulder. "You sleep like an old and tired farmer! And so deeply too!" I yawn as I stand up to grab my own bag. This nap is definitely one of the most satisfying that I have ever had in my life, but I guess it's not a shock at all. After all that Marlon did to me in that back cabinet...."Where were you?" Larissa suddenly asks as we get off the plane. "Excuse me?" "Everyone was asleep, I opened my eyes for a second and you were missing from your seat." My heart immediately skipped a beat. I warned Marlon, that careless and nonchalant bastard, I told him that we were going to get caught. Nevertheless, I laugh and pinch the bridge of my nose. "Just relieving my bladder in the toilet. Where else? It's not like
JANAE It's like hot air rushes into my ears and I have to grab the wall because I'm falling. I can't be fired, no this is not happening. I'm finally putting my life together. I'm already planning on making a down payment for a small house for myself and my son. This can't be happening to me, I can't go back to being jobless and depressed. "Please, sir," I go down on my knees. "Please, sir, I made a mistake, I won't do it again." "You're right, you won't, because you are not going to be here. To be honest, I blame myself for all of this. I should have gone for a more qualified candidate and not given it to you because I felt sorry for you..." Tears are streaming down my face at this point, but his cold countenance remains unchanged." "Please, Marlon, I need this job." I beg with my hands clasped together. "Please, my son..." "Janae, I don't care. It's either you leave, or I am going to call security to come and kick you out." He turns his back to me, and at that moment, ever
JANAE I am very happy that I get to work today, even though I'm excited that my son gets to travel internationally. This might just be the best day of my life working for the Gustave family. I'm literally alone in the house. Every other servant is taking the day off. The way they do every month, to just catch up on personal stuff. As for me, I really don't have much to do, so I am not worried when I am informed that I won't be given a day off. I would have spent the entire day alone in the house with a bottle of wine anyways. So, I spend the entire late morning/afternoon, dancing in the spacious kitchen and drinking from the quarter-full bottle of expensive champagne. Do not worry, I'm not doing anything wrong. It's either I drink it, or it's going to get thrown away, plus, I really don't think that I am going to be working today. May has traveled for a job retreat, Marlon and Luther are on a plane that is Sweden-bound, and well, Marlon, my boss, has been locked in a meeting
MARLONThe reflection staring back at me is so nervous. I've played a lot of games with very intimidating guys, but I've never played against professionals on this level. But that's not even what's bothering me. Luther is coming, and he is the reason I can't allow those guys to beat me. I'd be damned if I allow Luther to watch me get defeated. I button up my shirt and then make sure that my belt is buckled. My fit is perfectly between casual and formal. I like it like this. A knock comes on my door, and I roll my eyes because I know it's my father. He walks in, in a gray suit, and he drops his black card on my desk. "Good morning, Marlon." He says in that monotonous voice that I hate. "I don't need money, Dad. This is just supposed to be for a few days." "Do you want to embarrass me by being stranded in a foreign country?" He huffs. "Do you want to give the news something to talk about?" "Everything has been paid for already, everything! Tell me, why do I need your fancy li
LUTHER The words get all entwined and I can't come up with a good enough lie to tell my mother, and she rolls her eyes at me. "Oh, Luther, do you think I was born yesterday? Are you trying to lie to me?" "I'm not trying to lie, mum. Maybe it was the wind that you heard. Sometimes, when it's a little windy, my window makes this funny noise..." My mother snorts before throwing a rolled shirt in my face. "Luther Wayne, are you actually trying to lie to my face, boy?!" "I'm not lying!" "Except you've been fucking the wind–" "Mum!!" I pull at my face. This is so cringe. I don't want to talk about sex with my mother. She has a cheeky smile on her face as she shakes her head. "Look, Luther, no judgement. Just tell your little friend to keep the volume down..." "Mum!!" "... And tell him that I won't mind meeting him sometime," she shrugs, trying to play it casually. "I'm your mum after all. I should know who your boyfriend is." "Mum, I don't have a boyfriend," I tell her. "Okay,
48. MARLON Luther! That slut has been flirting with someone else. I'm not overreacting, but why would anyone get him a rose for Valentine's day if it wasn't true? I mentally write all the lists of ‘suspicious’ males in the school, and I start a full blown investigation all in my head. I weigh t
LUTHER Marlon stare at the flower, his strong fingers holding the stalk a little too tight. “Hey, you are going to crush it,” I take the flower from him. That was a mistake. His eyes look like I have just stabbed him over and over again. Even though I didn't mean it. “Um, so you know who sent
MARLON I had no idea that my father came back into the country last night. I thought I heard Maybelline squeaking when she welcomed him back home, but I thought that it was just a dream. Until I look out of the window and watch the staff greeting him, and a scowl leaves my lips. It's not like I
JANAE My knees and wrists are numb because I've been scrubbing these hard floors for over two hours. This diner is a shit hole, and people are actually saying it aloud. My phone vibrates in my pocket, and immediately, I sigh when I see the message. Another cut on our salary. This is ridiculous







